Here Audio it has cool little video clip made by /u/vasburg and INKS is reading the story this weekend.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8TfIIX9sx4
S.L.E.D.
Systemic Limpid Energy Displacer
Once upon a time, high in the Shiverpeak Mountains, there lived an Asuran named Inks. Inks worked for Skritta Claws as the Overseer of Production. As Overseer, Inks must take care of all the day-to-day operations of Claws Toys Inc., including: Feeding the animals, repairing worker bots, patching leaky waterpipes, tending the garden, doing Skritta Claws’s laundry, preparing meals and ensuring the Systemic Limpid Energy Displacer is in working order. Unfortunately, with all Inks has to do, the Systemic Limpid Energy Displacer fell into disrepair!
Inks couldn’t let Skritta Claws know his Systemic Limpid Energy Displacer wasn’t working. Without it, Skritta Claws wouldn’t be able to deliver all the toys to everyone on Tyria! He had to do something, but his workload simply wouldn’t allow him to go out of his way to find the parts necessary to repair it. He was desparate, so he broke the first, most important, never-to-be-broken, absolutely highest priority, imperative, crucial rule of Claws Toys Inc. He wrote a letter to someone asking for help. Contacting the outside is strictly prohibited by Skritta Claws and, as a result, there is no way to send off mail. So he folded the paper up into a little plane and threw it off the mountain, hoping for a miracle.
Way down below, south of the Shiverpeak Mountains, Kit the Traveler and her trusty companion, Mr. Sprinkle Yakkington, were getting ready to pay their friends Salt and Pepper a visit at the Charr and Grill when suddenly a paper airplane landed directly on Sprinkle’s head.
“Hmm?” inquired Kit. “Sprinkle, there’s a piece of paper stuck in your hair.” Mr. Sprinkle shook, dislodging the paper. Kit picked it up, unfolded it, and read it. After she finished reading, she crushed the paper in her fist, a look of stern determination on her face.
“Sprinkle. We just got a job!” Mr. Sprinkle huffed and looked longingly at the Charr and Grill only a little ways away. “There’s no time for pies. We have to get you prepared!” Kit outfitted Mr. Sprinkle with his ceremonial antlers and red foam nose, much to his displeasure, and set off to a secret set of coordinates in the Shiverpeak Mountains!
After a few days of travel they finally arrived to the location mentioned in the letter. However, there was nothing to be seen. Kit took the letter out and quickly read it again, making sure they were at the correct place. Suddenly, a voice shouted at them.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?”
Kit and Sprinkle looked around, but saw nobody. “I’ll ask you one more time. Who are you and what are you doing here?”
“My name is Kit and this is Mr. Sprinkle. We found this letter and came here to help.” Kit said.
A small entryway appeared out of nowhere, as if a door was opening, and an Asuran walked out. “I can’t believe my letter reached someone. Better yet, someone actually came!” the Asuran exclaimed.
“Who are you? This letter said Skritta Claws needed help.” Kit said.
“I am Inks. I oversee all operations of Claws Toys Inc. You see, his Systemic Limpid Energy Displacer is broken and I don’t have all the parts I need to repair it. Its hull is badly damaged and needs to be completely replaced!”
“The Systemic Limpi-what?” Kit asked, confused.
“The Systemic Limpid Energy Displacer or, if you’re feeling lazy, the S.L.E.D. I need some metal plates to repair its hull. Will you help me?”
“Wait a minute. You’re telling me that all you need is some metal scrap?” Kit asked.
“Yes, of course. It’s imperative that I fix the Systemic Limpi-”
Kit held up her hands and interrupted Inks, “If all you needed was some replacement parts, why didn’t you just mention that in your letter? I could have just gathered that stuff before I even came here!”
“Look, I’m an incredibly busy guy. I have to do a million things before Wintersday to prepare that lazy bum’s deliveries. All he does is eat and lounge around up here while I do all the work. Have you ever seen a fat Skritt before? There’s only one of them in Tyria and he only exercises once a year.”
“Okay, okay, I get it!” Kit said and sighed. “So you just need some metal plates or something?”
“Yes. That is the final part I need to fix the Systemi- The S.L.E.D.”
“Fine, but you owe me big time!” Kit said.
“Done, just please hurry!”
Kit shouts to Mr. Sprinkle. “Sprinkle! Get those skiis out. We need to get to the bottom of this mountain. Fast!” Alarm bells went off in Mr. Sprinkle’s head. Not wanting a repeat of last time, he turns and runs away as fast as he can.
“Hey! You get back here and let me put those skiis on you, mister!” Kit shouts as she chases after Sprinkle.
Inks stares as Kit chases after her yak, wondering if he made the right decision in trusting this stranger.
Adventurers! Kit needs to gather some metal so Inks can repair Skritta Claws’s S.L.E.D. Five pieces of Metal Scrap should be more than enough.
Mail to: pixie.5940 or Kit The Traveler I wont be starting until about noon today. I will also have a small dinner later tonight. So don’t spazz you have all weekend to mail me.